"This senior is right."
After a brief consideration, Chen Sanshi decisively agreed.
Judging from what had happened earlier, he might not have been able to survive at this man's hands, and the other cultivators would not necessarily save him.
Most importantly...
He truly bore this man no grudge.
The title "demon" was nothing more than a dispute over the Pulse Spirit.
And that was precisely the most important point.
He was not qualified to take part, nor did he intend to.
Therefore, he did not care about the conflict over the spirit vein.
"That's more like it."
The voice within the cabin grew much gentler. "This old man dislikes fighting and killing most of all. They forced my hand. Don't let some 'demon' title frighten you."
"I understand, I understand."
Chen Sanshi humored him, intending to leave.
"Where are you in such a hurry to go? This old man has been bored all the way here. I finally made a friend like you, so why not come in and keep this old man company for a chat?"
Chen Sanshi did not move at once.
Behind him, Ningxiang's pupils bloomed with pink spiritual radiance.
"Tell your friend to stop. Must she force this old man's hand?"
Chen Sanshi signaled for Ningxiang and the other to withdraw.
He could tell that the other party truly had no intention of attacking. Otherwise, he would not have wasted so many words. Maintaining his vigilance, Chen Sanshi entered through the cabin door.
Inside the cabin,
an elderly man with white hair sat in a relaxed posture.
Beside him, a cultivator slept with great serenity.
The old man removed his mask, revealing an utterly ordinary face. "Come, sit."
"This one is Zhang Laizi. Greetings, Senior."
Chen Sanshi sat down nearby.
"Mm. This old man is Ghost